Chapter 113

Viona's POV

It has been over two years since I last saw Mirage. Two years, and yet the air in my chambers still remembers him. Or maybe it is only me who remembers-me who refuses to let go. The tapestries have been changed, the curtains replaced, the candles renewed a hundred times, and still, whenever I sit by the window, I swear I feel the faint echo of his presence like a whisper pressed against my skin.

I close my eyes and the room folds back into the night we parted, who knew ...